PAUSE FOE BREATH , 85 like to be surrounded by people living on the smell of oil rags. To put it at its lowest, it makes me feel socially embarrassed. Last night a friend of A------inadvertently discovered the awful truth about Hussein's wages and bounced into the room to de- liver a long and:—I thought—extremely officious lecture on 'spoiling the market.5 I got very shaky and hot and said that if I was spoiling the market I was delighted to hear it, and that the sooner such markets were spoiled the better. The nurse broke up the,argument by coming in with a thermometer, which registered 101- degrees of righteous indignation. LOUIS BE, QM FIELD A young Indian student arrived, and said that he hoped that if ever I wrote a book about India it would not contain quite so many elementary mistakes as Louis Bromfield's. He reeled off a number of instances, of which I can recall only two. Apparently, in Night in- Bombay the hero sails into the harbour and sees the 'Elephanta Caves to the east and Juhu to the west. 'This would only be possible if he had a high-powered telescope. And in the film of The Rains Came the Maharajah wore a turban-that would .only be worn by the lowest sweeper class, while the Maharani went about bare-footed, wrhich is as unthinkable as Mrs. Roosevelt addressing the Daughters of the American Revolution in pyjamas.